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so you're sitting in this room you lived in 4 years ago and occupied 4 months ago and you can't believe the shit you used to be into and all the things you absorbed into your life over the years and thinking that you really love your girlfriend who's sitting right there and you're so glad she knows you so well and still loves you too but are you really ready for her to know what you used to be like and the window's cracked open because THEY also keep the heat on too goddamn high and you can't sleep unless you're freezing cold because you need to be wrapped up in a blanket and you can only do that without sweating in subzero temperature and the rain's falling outside and you're listening to the perfect music and you KNOW it's perfect because he's singing about rain on the windowsill and you didn't even pick this song and in fact had never really heard the lyrics before; it's like God told him 3 years ago to write it just so you can have it to listen to at this moment with you and the girl and the rain and the cat on the windowsill and you have this really morbid discussion about what if the screen falls out and the cat falls out the window to the backporch below and dies a comic book death in the rain and the minutes pass and you move on and it's a different song but you think maybe he just sang something about rain but maybe it's pain which is just as likely with your emo-bitch music collection and you go to pick up the cat and the screen pops and the cat slips and you catch him and the screen is falling falling crashing onto the deck and you look stunned she looks amazed the cat looks pissed and he jumps to the carpet leaving a scratch from his back claws across your neck just above your new hickey and holy shit did that just happen? and you think about the thing you watched on tv today about psychics and of course you aren't one but it's still weird anyway and maybe you're like Micah now and can kill people with your words but that all slips away because you're trying to make chocolate milk now and the powder won't slip below the surface of the milk it just stares up at you and how the fuck can you save a cat who had already used up 14 lives but you can't make a fucking beverage